I love Australia, it is a land of diversity and beauty and I could not imagine living anywhere else.

Here is the full poem

My Country

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

I like this post you have shown a good cross section of Aussie.
Dorothy Mackellar was home sick Living in England when she wrote this poem.
Pauline you left England at 18 and after 37years in New Zealand you came to this Australia.
Tell me where do you like the most?😎🐨

What a difficult question to answer Jack. I’ll have to say that I always love the place I am in. Make the most of the moment and Australia is indeed a great country and I am so pleased I came here. Though NZ holds a very special place in my heart… 😍💕

I can not imagine adopting another country or region. I am only a few miles outside of the Santa Clara Valley, but can not stop wanting to go home. The Santa Cruz Mountains are an excellent place to be. I should be more than happy here; but I still want to go home.

The Santa Clara Valley. However, it is more than the place. It is also the time, which is now a long time ago. The Santa Clara Valley has changed so much. I intend to go back anyway. The Santa Clara Valley is where San Jose is. My home is in Los Gatos, which is a smaller adjacent town to the southwest of the Santa Clara Valley, and into the Santa Cruz Mountains.